It is amazing, what we expect of ourselves, with little or no care and attention.

We wake up to an alarm or a screaming child foggy and dazed. Coffee is the first thing we put into our mouths.

We skip some meals. We pig out on others. We graze and snack mindlessly.

We let ourselves get out of control hungry and then attack the pantry.

One glass of wine turns into 3 (or more!) more often than not. We eat for comfort.

We want to love our husbands. We want to appreciate our children while we have them.

We mean to exercise and get fresh air daily. We intend to meditate.

And so we feel worse and worse. The extra five pounds is more like 15. First we just couldn’t eat white bread without discomfort and now its all gluten. And we are starting to wonder if maybe we are lactose intolerant?

The restless sleep and foggy mornings become so normal we don’t even question them.

Living in worry or fear can start to seem so normal we don’t even notice it.

It infuses everything we do, especially how we care for ourselves and our family.

Did I make the right choice for breakfast? Is that dairy going to cause eczema?Did my baby eat enough? Did my toddler? Why am I so hungry? What’s that funny bump? Is it a bug bite or a symptom of a terrible disease?

Was that last meal organic? Oh maybe I shouldn’t have bought the cheap bread, or maybe we should really be cutting out gluten all together?

Even which shampoo to buy becomes a cause for concern. I really like my salon shampoo but that’s toxic right?

I guess I’ll for the natural kind. Greasy hair shouldn’t bother me. That’s just vain.I mean it’s exhausting. How much easier is life when you can just rock the drive through from time to time.

Or have a hotdog and actually enjoy it, without some internal battle (not to mention the battle with your kids about eating...